KINSHIP OF LORDS (1970)
And nothing really at all. Just north of Beacon
it seemed this train turned allegiance - went
into some other land, put its attention somewhere
else. I couldn't tell : those rolling hills had risen up
now, to something more than that - here and there
a precipice, with lots of rocks. The Hudson still
rolled on, as if in the opposite direction to this
travel - me, going one way, and the rest of the
world, the other. Across the vain aisle from
me sat some hippie girl, dawdling with a scratch
pad first, then onto a guitar. Had to let me guess:
Saugerties, Lake Katrine, Woodstock, Shokan.
Maybe even Palenville, but if so, why? The
wandering numb mind of a schoolteacher
lass? A folk singer out for a blast?
(Or as my friend, 'Weirdo Beardo'
would say...'All we are saying, is
get piece of ass.' That was then.
All hail John and Yoko?)....